his story is
about my journey on my spiritual path, a path that I sometimes tried to avoid, but that I was swiftly, one way or the other, brought back to relentlessly.
I have always had a interest in spiritual matters and been fascinated by the reality that there is a life after physical death, that souls carry on and can return to confirm that they are well and very much alive in a different sense.
As a teen, I pursued knowledge of Ghosties and Ghouls. I devoured stories of spirit sightings and mediums or all kinds. I would attend my local Spiritual Church on a Sunday night and whilst I was not a‘ religious’ person, I did love the platform medium every week, and the healing that occurred after the service. In my twenties I bought my first deck of Tarot cards and proceeded to try to‘ read’ them. This was a disaster, the cards were not for me, and I could not make sense of anything, even with the help of the book that came with them. If nothing else, I am persistent, and after the purchase of about 5 or 6 different decks of cards, I finally found one that I fell instantly in love with, the cards that I still use today,‘ The Mythic Tarot’. The story of the deck is based on Greek Mythology and they have lovely pictures on each of the cards. My real journey had begun ….. I also became a Reiki Master in the year 2004.
Once I was proficient in giving useful information with a card reading, Spirit made sure I would follow this path and put me in a position to be of assistance to others with my readings. I actually had gone to a new age shop to see if they were looking for a healer, only to be told that they were not, however they did need a reader. I was with my Sister in law, who
It is not your time you will be alright, just hold on!
suddenly said to the shop owner that“” Well, there I was on the spot and as nervous as anything, but figuring that this was meant to be, so I had better take the opportunity whilst it was there. I stayed at the shop for a number of years giving readings and getting to know some of the spiritual community that was local to me. I loved my new job, I felt useful and I loved the interaction with lots of different people.
At one stage, life got in the way and I needed to go and get a job that would pay regular money to help pay the bills and not just the sporadic money that came with readings. My other love in this world is cooking, and I took a position of a cook in a little café that used to be up Mount Tambourine in Queensland, Australia. The building is still there today, but it is a different place now, the original owners have moved on and retired. I also found that I loved this job, it was hot and hectic and stressful but I loved it, I was feeding the masses from a little tiny, ill equipped kitchen in a very old building but I was in my element. So busy was I, that all thoughts of my spiritual journey had departed from my mind, I had my children to bring up, my hubby was running his own business and I would do his bookwork and my job to keep me busy.
In order to get up the mountain, I needed to drive up a very steep and windy road, with hairpin bends and long drops at the side of the road. I would travel this road way too fast, feeling as if I were familiar enough with the curves in the road for safety at great speed. One day I was on my way up the mountain and I glanced at one point over the edge of the cliff as I drove past and suddenly into my head came a picture of me in my car rolling down the face of the cliff. I remember thinking at the time“” and then carrying on up the hill with a shudder I thought nothing more of it.
It was approximately two or three weeks later that I was on my way to work up the mountain again. It had been raining lightly that morning and there were a lot of leaves on the wet road. Today, because of the weather and road conditions, I was driving very sensibly, keeping to the speed limits as I took my journey up the hill. I rounded a sharp corner that then went straight into another corner in the opposite direction, as I finished turning into the first corner and started to turn my steering wheel in the other direction, the back of my car did not follow and continued to swing out and steer me towards the cliff face at about 60km / hour. At this point I have to admit, I did panic and I pushed my foot on the brake, although to this day I am not sure, but can only think that I hit the accelerator instead of the brake as that wall of rock seemed to be coming at me at great speed. I turned my steering wheel fiercely in the other direction and suddenly I was moving away from the rock face. However, over-steer would be a slight understatement at this point, and my car did a complete 180 degree turn and was now facing down the hill instead of up the hill and worse to come, the bonnet and
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